Chapter 59

When his eyes fell in front of him, the smile at the corners of his mouth suddenly solidified. At the beginning, he broke the array with the strength of more than 30 people. Now only he and Yun are left. Their strength can't compare with the recovery speed of the array.

Do you want to die here?

Thinking of the rise of the cloud war, Nanmen Feng felt warm in his heart. Everyone else left, but he chose to stay. This feeling can move the world!

Calmed the mood in his heart, Nanmen Feng understood that the first thing now is to heal. As for whether he can go out? Always wait until the injury is cured. After a simple explanation to Yun Zhanxing, Nanmen Maple dodged and entered the God killing tower again.

Zifeng was wandering around the tower. He was startled by the sudden appearance of Nanmen maple. After watching it for a long time, he found that the man lying on the ground was Nanmen maple. He quickly waved his wings and came forward.

The long beak kept gently touching the maple body up and down, sending out a whine.

"I'm all right!" Nanmen Feng forced out a smile. "Let me heal first and play with you after that, will you?" it seemed that after understanding Nanmen Feng's words, Zifeng hung his head and walked back to the corner step by step.

The vitality in the God killing tower has no magical effect. Unfortunately, so many dead warriors outside have scattered their blood essence. Otherwise, absorbing those blood essence should help the injury.

Now, we can only rely on pills! Nanmen Feng suddenly remembered that there were five unknown pills. He took out the five jade bottles and smelled them one by one.

There are many kinds of pills, but they can be divided into those categories after all. They can treat spirits, increase accomplishments, restore vitality and treat injuries. Although the specific functions of pills can not be distinguished, at least what types can be distinguished.

There are only five pills in the five jade bottles and only two for healing. Take out one. Nanmen Maple vaguely remembers where the gun King ring was found. That's it.

Gently open your mouth to cause severe pain on your face. Take the pill and quickly urge the formula of killing God to dissolve the medicine. A warm current instantly melts in the abdomen and spreads all over the body.

Three days later, all the medicine was finally dissolved. Nanmen Maple's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The internal injury was significantly improved, but the recovery was no more than 30%. There was still a long way to recover.

With a sigh, I'm really hurt too much this time! Take another pill and continue to urge the formula of killing God. Bursts of crisp itching came from the body. It was the pill that played a role and the body began to recover.

Another day later, Nanmen Maple sat up. I don't know why. This time, the effect was much worse, and the recovery was less than 40%. Looking at his drooping right arm and collapsed chest, he murmured, "it seems that it is impossible to recover completely without half a year to a year."

Yun Zhanxing is still waiting outside. Nanmen Feng suddenly thinks of the young man in black in the sword palace. He realizes that he can sweep away the ring, and there are all kinds of long knives and secret scripts.

He dodged away from the killing God tower. Yun Zhanxing was waiting in place. Nanmen Feng took out the ring and gave it to him. He said in a positive voice: "the things here should be useful to you. I don't know how long it will take to close this pass. Don't miss your cultivation and strive to step into the real world and leave this ghost place as soon as possible."

Yun Zhanxing was stunned and immediately took the ring without saying anything. Since Nanmen Feng said it was useful to him, he wouldn't refuse.

After entering the killing God tower again, maple sat on the ground with his knees crossed and began to heal.

Anyway, he can't get out. Nanmen Maple just calms down and continues to practice. The second layer of the God killing formula will be completed. When the third layer of the God killing tower is opened, things may turn around.

Juqi pill, Yangyuan pill, Nanmen maple, and many of those more than ten storage bags. The value of the martial arts on the ninth floor of the spirit realm is still very good. Even if they impact from the first floor of the spirit realm to the top of the ninth floor, it is more than enough.

At this time, the news of nanmenfeng's death in the mission was spread from the top to the bottom of Ziyun University.

Yu binglan saw the loneliness in Wang Sheng's eyes, which was both sad and happy. Sad about master Yun's sadness, glad that master Yun has only belonged to her since then, and the eye-catching Nanmen Maple has finally disappeared. Only when I think of it occasionally will I have some regrets in my heart. As long as Nanmen Maple grows up, it will be radiant!

After Mu Pengcheng disappeared, he went to find King Sheng once, but he was shut down. Mu Pengcheng guessed that the news was true. From then on, I closed the door all day and practiced behind closed doors.

Yuan Fei was unhappy and didn't practice. Xu Yao saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He was happy to receive this sentimental and righteous disciple and was worried that he delayed his practice. "Nanmen Feng, I didn't expect that you can't reassure me when you die. But it's good. Give him some time and he'll get better!"

When the second prince Yunyan heard that Nanmen Maple was dead, he was stunned, immediately smiled, and then burst into laughter. Yun Yan murmured, "old eight, you can count thousands of times, but also the will of God. You can't go on this step."

When the eighth Prince Yunhua received the news, his eyes darkened, he was silent for a long time, and whispered, "take some materials to visit nanmenfeng's family. In my name, the ceremony should be heavy! The momentum should be big!"

Just as Shi Xinghai turned around, the eighth Prince Yunhua suddenly said, "wait! In the name of the royal family, by the way, ask King Sheng if he needs to explain."

"This..." Shi Xinghai hesitated and said, "where is king Sheng? I'm afraid the trace is too obvious."

The eighth Prince Yunhua pondered for a moment and said, "you're right. Then prepare two gifts, one as royal and the other as king Sheng."

Shi Xinghai's eyes brightened and said loudly, "Your Highness is holy."

When Qiu Lang heard the news of Nanmen Maple's death, a trace of grief flashed through his red eyes. Qiu Lang had never felt grief since he saw his parents killed.

At this time, Nanmen maple is still practicing in the God killing tower. I don't know that some people are happy and others are worried about the news of his "death" in the whole Ziyun University!

A year later, Nanmen Maple slowly opened his eyes, and his breath came to the top of the ninth floor of the spirit realm, which was still a lot away from the breakthrough. The second level of the killing God formula is about to be completed. It is estimated that it will take another three or two months.

Looking at the thin vitality in the tower, Nanmen Maple hesitated. If his vitality ran out, Zifeng would be forced out of the God killing tower, which was not what he wanted to see. But if he practices outside, even if he is given another two years, he has no confidence to break through the true state.

"It seems that we can only use yuan stones to pile up!" Nanmen Feng sighed and shook his head and took all yuan stones out.

The Yuan Stone on the ground was like a hill, which attracted Zifeng's eyes to spin and fall. The piles of Yuan stones broke up, and the vitality in the tower became rich again.

When it was the best Yuan Stone's turn, Nanmen Feng hesitated, "just wait and see!" plus the harvest of the emperor's tomb, there are now more than 200 Best yuan stones, which seem to be a lot. If they can be used for cultivation, they are not enough at all.

Three months later, the cultivation of maple in the south gate still remained at the peak of the ninth floor of the spiritual realm. The second floor of the formula of killing gods was not successful, and it was always a little worse.

The vitality in the tower gradually thinned out. Nanmenfeng had to stop cultivating, smashed 20 top-grade yuan stones for Zifeng to consume, and withdrew from the God killing tower.

Ba lie's Sabre technique has a killing intention. The air vibrates when each Sabre falls. In the past six months, Yun Zhanxing has become stronger. At this time, for the cloud war maniacs before the first half of the year, the cloud war will be victorious!

Seeing Nanmen Feng appear, Yun Zhanxing took the long knife and came over. His excitement was expressed in his words, "I feel like I'm about to break through the real world."

"Oh?" Nanmen Feng was slightly surprised. Yun Zhanxing's qualification was good, but it was not good. It surprised Nanmen Feng that he could come to this step in half a year. Suddenly, it must be because he practiced the skill of the young man in black's storage ring.

"OK! As long as we break through the real situation, we have hope to go out!"

Yun Zhanxing nodded and didn't speak. Nanmen Feng understood that he didn't speak because he didn't believe it. In fact, Nanmen Feng didn't believe it. Even if you get out of the jianhuang hall, can you get out of the emperor's tomb?

People always have some hope, even if it is very slim!

Glancing at the ten thousand sword array suspended in the jianhuang palace, Fengxin in the South Gate didn't go in. At present, breaking through the real world has encountered a bottleneck, so we can only find a breakthrough from the meaning of the sword.

Yun Zhanxing looked at the back of maple sitting in the south gate and continued to practice in order to break through the real world.

Half a month later, Nanmen Feng was still sitting under the ten thousand sword array, with an invisible sword intention scattered and getting along well with the ten thousand sword array.

A month later, the sword meaning of Nanmen Maple shrouded around the body for a Zhang. The suspended long sword seemed to move slightly and still calm.

Two months later, the sword idea enveloped Nanmen Feng's body for a Zhang and a half. He gradually felt the sword idea emitted by the long sword. Each handle was different.

Three months later, the sword intention around Nanmen Maple was sent and received from time to time, like an air flow through the air, swimming around the suspended long sword in the air.

Four months later, Nanmen Maple's body suddenly shook, his eyes opened, and the corners of his mouth smiled, "the second floor of the God killing formula has finally been completed. It's time to open the third floor of the God killing tower."

He got up and went out of the jianhuang hall. He saw Yun Zhanxing sitting aside, his breath fluctuating, and the vitality around him kept pouring towards him.

"I'm finally going to break through the real world!"

Maple in the South Gate thought a little and dodged into the God killing tower. After Yun Zhanxing broke through the real world, they may have hope to break the array outside the jianhuang hall. Only when you get out of the jianhuang hall can you find the hope to leave the emperor's tomb!

"Is this because of practicing the formula of killing gods?" in addition, Nanmen Maple couldn't think of any other possibility.

This time, perhaps the improvement of quality changed the consumption of quantity. Before long, rolling! Roll! A step on the right side of the second floor slowly fell from the top and was linked to the third floor after a while.

Nanmen Feng's heart is full of expectation. What kind of surprise will the opening of the third floor bring to him!

With a flash of body shape, it appeared in the third floor, and the vitality in the tower poured in at the same time. Glancing around, it was almost the same as the second floor.

There is still a one foot square and more than one meter high table in the middle. Looking around, there are three glittering jade slips on the table. There is nothing else!

Inexplicably lost, he stepped forward to look at the three jade slips, smiled bitterly, picked up the one on the left and put it on his forehead.

The consciousness sank into it, and the simple and golden characters appeared in the mind of Nanmen maple. More than a thousand words were obscure and profound, as if they contained infinite power.